Bishop Panda was glad to take off the mantle of Papal Nuncio and be just Father Sam for a time. He was even more pleased when he found the simple Fransiscan habit in his room. Today, in preparation for...that. his heart burned within him, and his soul resonated with the clarion call. He needed a comrade in arms however, but he was serene in the faith that at the right time the right one would appear
Glass breaks and Michael turns his face away, bringing up Amoracchius in a swath over his head. The Black Court vampire in the act of jumping through the pane of glass over the door of the convenience...that will explain what happened. When he gets out of his truck at the curb in front of Harry’s building, he finds himself not on the sidewalk, but in the portal room of Outpost 12.
[ooc: Please put in the subject who the tag is for, all threads will be utter SP as my test is in 2 weeks (and LJ notifs are spotty at best), but.. the boys wanted out and wanted to see their wives and...why he was curently wandering the rows collecting an army of pumpkins. One for each member of his family, just like they always did at home. It was worth it even if he was going to be carving for days
The Nevernever could look like a lot of things; Michael was used to that. But usually it was heavy on vampires, faeries, atmospheric backgroundweather, and things with tentacles that wanted to kill him... And a casino. And a restaurant. Clearly, of the three, he only had one option. He stepped through the doorway marked Station to Station to see if there was anyone who could explain what was going on
As prisons went theirs was a sumptuous one. Their needs were taken care of, and had they not been trapped and of such different dispositions as to be a bit of a trial for each it might be an enjoyable...used to fighting for his Lord, and he’d had much time to wonder if this was how his life was meant to be now that he was no longer a Knight. Just a man playing solitaire and annoying his companion
He wasn't the sort of man who expected to come home to a hot dinner on the table, an immaculate house, and a retiring bride who never asked questions. Which was a good thing because when he was 'on business'...park?" He called to her while making breakfast. Hooky being a relative term since he was still not able to work. [ooc: Charity's behavior since his release discussed with and approved by the mun.]
[ooc: Mulitipup post! Because -- like a third of my pups are in the clinic so why not? Lilah's uber healing is a gift from the Monkey King. Joe should probably get questioned by a cop. Please make it... but he'd been brought in quickly (not that he remembered much of it) and was doing well, flirting tiredly with the nurses during his moments of alertness and being a pain in the butt to the doctors
[ooc: Takes place after this . Doctor's with burn experience welcome, Tag Molly and Charity. (Yes Molly Carlos can come too).] The clinic was full of people, late as it, some beaten some bloodyfamilies...had given him an IV of saline and some mild pain killer (worried about shock he assumed) and they'd been placed in a room to wait. He reached over and gave Charity's hand a squeeze with his good arm
[OOC: Directly follows this .] Harry was having a quiet Friday evening at home. Bob wasn't around; he was out somewhere visiting friends, Harry supposed. Bob spent a fair amount of time socializing... much to his disgust, did not include Spider-Man, which Harry considered to be a grave error) and comfortably drinking a glass of iced tea that was more ice than tea. All was right with the world
